Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Seven

Theo’s POV

I hadn’t awoken in the night when the dead girl breached the borders.

And I now know why after carefully looking over her remains.

She’s a long term visitor, a relative of the old lady that lives out in the old windmill.

She frequents here often and has become a person I thought I could trust.

And now I have to contact Agatha and reveal that he dear beloved granddaughter was going to take Leo, Tabitha and baby Arlo to the highest paying bidder.

It is not a conversation I wish to have but I cannot conceal her fate.

Not when she visits every Sunday like clockwork to help out her gran with the chores.

I hadn’t realised she was a shifter of another kind.

But then again it was her mother that had left to chase her mate and that must have been a male of a different species.

I walk silently through the wooded area that backs into the old windmill.

I haven’t visited out here for a while now, Agatha isn’t the type of pack member that likes to be bothered.

She’s always kept herself,